Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

The stream came in to view and Reyes picked up the pace, eager to get there and soak in the water. He listened to the other wolf speak of his home; it was odd to think that anyone would find birds sacred, and Reyes raised a brow at that. He didn't want to be insensitive in the heat of the moment but he was a little addled, and he blurted the first thing that came to mind: You're tellin' me you worship sickness-carrying, flying shit bags? I could see the value if they could be trained to aim their shit but, c'mon. Birds are just.. birds.

He let out a small laugh, the sound of which was grating in his throat. It didn't last long. Reyes dipped his toes in the water and then sank to his belly in the shallows, taking a shuddering breath as the cold swept over him. No offense, he added as he melted in to the water.